I think it may look better than Bill Gates’s house.
“So what do you think of you new house Miss. Ellechar?” Taylor asks
“WOW.”Is all I can get to come out.
We park in the garage, there are at least 9 other cars and a few open spaces for other cars, all the cars here are so fancy they have almost every sports car you could think of and a few other. I gape with amazement. “Cool, mmm?” my brother asks.
“Very!” I reply
“Just follow us to your new room.” Taylor says “and try not to faint on the way I know that it can be a bit overwhelming.” I roll my eyes at him and start following my brother and Taylor after they got all my bags out of the car and insisted to carry it.
As we enter the house we nearly get run over by two teenagers rushing out of the house after one another, and yelling at each other. The room is filled with glass doors and windows; there are wooden floors and four black leather coaches
In the room we walk in to an oversized hallway and go up a flight of stairs
“This is soperplexing.” I gasp
“Haha big words here Ellech.” My brother chuckles.
“Yea, yea I know, I just updated my vocabulary the other day ok?” I wink at him and continue to follow them. “How big is this house?” I ask after a few seconds of silence.
“Very.” Taylor replies
“How far is my room?”
“Just a little while’s walk, not too Far.” my brother says.
So we keep on walking and pas big doors on our way with posters on the doors and stuff. It would look like a hostile if the doors weren’t so fancy and the wall didn’t look so big and long and large, everything in this house is so big and neat. My brother noticed me looking around and asked “you like it? Cuz’ if you don’t we could make a plan?”
“Nah I love it” I wink at him and we turn to face a door. “This is it.” Taylor says “I’ll leave you be and come back later to check up on you. You ok with that?”
“Yeah sure thanks.” And with that he and my brother turns away “call me if you need anything.” My brother yells over his shoulder.
“Okay thanks I will, see you.”
“See ya.” He yells back.
I turn to my door and as I touch the handle it swings open with a push. I pick up my backs my brother left me and walk in to the room.
Oh. My. Gosh. This. Is. So Superb. I yell out loud in my head.
The room is at least twice, no three times the size of my room back home. I think it might be bigger than a hall.
The walls are grey and the duvets cover is a red and greyish colour
The floors are wooden and neatly waxed. I walk\run over to my closet and swing the doors open. It’s a walk in closet, this just keeps getting better and better, the walk in closet has a light brown carpet and the walls are covered in shelves and drawers, I open one of the shelves and it’s filled with all of my favourite shoes and the best styled t-shirts you could imagine. I think that, this might be better than the walk in closet in the princess diaries, my all-time favourite childhood movie. For once I can’t wait to unpack. I latterly run to my bag and drag it across the floor to my closet careful not to scratch the chocolate brown floor until I get to the carpet. I start with the little things I brought with me and finish a full 3 hours later. After the unpack I feel latterly exhausted from the trip and everything today. It’s 5 pm. This may have been the best day of my life if the circumstances could have been different.
The flight was long and tiring just like the car ride so I lay down on my bed. It feels so soft and so comfortable, I feel my eyes closing and opening and the rhythm getting slower.
After about two second I fall into a deep sleep and I can feel that I’m not going to wake up from this sleep in a whole while. I’m sucked into a dream and that’s not a very good thing for me because I can’t stop having night mares the past few days. It’s killing me to get some sleep.
As I open my eyes It’s dark and I don’t know where I am there is a little light giving me minimum eyesight, This is how all of them start, as I try to walk I trip over something but as soon as I turn around to see what I tripped on I get knocked over the head by something hard, it feels like steel and Everything goes darker than before even the little light disappears.
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Teen FictionEllechar is a tipical teenager 15 years old Young and soon to be wild. As soon as Ellechar wakes up that morning it feels like a normal day but she it yet to know what lies head of her long day which may turn into a nightmare or her biggest dream